It’s no fair that my urges come at mid-day (11 AM) and again at 3 in the afternoon, only to feel justified at happy hour 4:30, and then with dinner. And what about the nightcaps after the kids go to bed. It’s hopeless. I’m hopeless. I can’t get past it...yet. When I don’t give in and drink, I feel the urge to hurt myself in other ways, so to me, drinking seems more acceptable. The ironic screw